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I would rather not sleep, if that's ok.
I would rather write a book.
Or be a book.
Or finish a book.
The lake here is dead.
The trees are all frozen.
There's no thought here.
There's no presence here.
The night is cold, quiet, and dark.
The highway is empty, my bed is empty, the trees are too.
These entries can't be private any more.
I'm not anything to be trifled with, you should know that.
You'll probably all wake up and condemn me.
But that's to be expected.
Solitude is to be welcomed.
First, I make the distance,
then you equal it.
We're each at 15 paces and counting...
To you who care:
I remember every memory beautifully.
With complete lucidity.
Every conversation, belief, perspective.
The more I feel I feel.
The deeper I go, the deeper I feel.
This is for me to interpret...
And for me to feel badly about.
I would rather write a book.
Or be a book.
Or finish a book.
The lake here is dead.
The trees are all frozen.
There's no thought here.
There's no presence here.
The night is cold, quiet, and dark.
The highway is empty, my bed is empty, the trees are too.
These entries can't be private any more.
I'm not anything to be trifled with, you should know that.
You'll probably all wake up and condemn me.
But that's to be expected.
Solitude is to be welcomed.
First, I make the distance,
then you equal it.
We're each at 15 paces and counting...
To you who care:
I remember every memory beautifully.
With complete lucidity.
Every conversation, belief, perspective.
The more I feel I feel.
The deeper I go, the deeper I feel.
This is for me to interpret...
And for me to feel badly about.